mother in the house, I shouldn't care a fig for measles, or anything of the sort. As a nurse, she's such a treasure!
"And at her time of life, what a needle-woman! And the darning and mending for the children, it really gets quite beyond me now, Caudle. Now with mother at my hand, there wouldn't be a stitch wanted in the house.
"And then, when you're out late, Caudle—for I know you must be out late sometimes: I can't expect you, of course, to be always at home-why then dear mother could sit up for you, and nothing would delight the dear soul half so much.
"And so, Caudle, love, I think dear mother had better come, don't you? Eh, Caudle? Now, you're not asleep, darling; don't you think she'd better come? You say No?
"You say No again? You won't have her, you say?
"You won't, that's flat?
"Caudle—Cau-Cau-dle—Cau—dle——"
"Here Mrs. Caudle," says her husband, "suddenly went into tears; and I went to sleep."
